The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-14

for they can love him, at any rate,
without committing q SIM"
Lucie rose. There was faint flush
on her dark cheeks now.
III you have quite finished we will
go home. You recited your lesson
we'll, and I hope, feel the pleasure that
arises from consciousness OF
having done ones duty. It was Just
trihe snperhuous, though, to waste
so much str ong rhetoric on me, for
never had the slightest intention OF
marrying poor man."
She gathered her dress round her as
she spoke, and proceeded to climb up
the bank, disdaining his proffered as.
sis. ance, and, alas! not seeing the
panied and weary look in his eyes-a
look as of one worn out in life strug
gle. And he could not guess that the
proud little heart was almost burst.
ing, and that tears were falling silently
one by one, or the slim young figure
was carried as erect as ever, and the
head never once dropped as she walk.
ed on before him.
And so these two went home
through the March woods, with a
mountain OF misunderstanding be.
tween them.
The sun covered up his head behind
the hills, and the air grew chill. As
they neared Lucia's home they met
John Terrell coming out.
He was q good-looking man, tall
and well put together, but with GER
tain patronizing manner which was
very exasperating at times. A fine
town house, large interests in railroad
companies, banks, ETC., in connection
with his thirty-five years OF confirmed
bachelorhood, made him quite q lior
in rural society.
While very general, however, in his
choice OF feminine friends and &C
quaintances, he seemed fastidiou:
enough in the selection OF wife, nc
one seeming to meet the requirement;
so well as Lucia Grey, whose repeated
refusals only made him more deter
mined.
He had cultivated persistence to
that fine point attained only, as s
general rule, by the widowed OF his
sex, but had, as yet, failed OF success
He passed them with bow and o
broad, bland smile.
Lucia's brother was waiting Tor her
at the door OF their small home, and
DR.. Holt declining to enter they eX-
changed few careless words on the
steps before he babe them goodbye.
He held Lucia's hand moment at
parting, and she remembered long af
terward how dry and feverisn his was;
but what firm true clasp his fingers
gave.
The next evening Mr.. Terrell came
for her to drive. She did not want to
90, but let herself bepersuaded, feeling
too heartsick Tor anything to matter
much.
Once again he offered her the "pur-
pie and fine linen" OF life, and seemed
slow to understand that she could so
obstinately. refuse what some women
anged for.
Poor fellow There was kind OF
pathos about the way he put his
wealth before himself.
Ii he had read women better he
would have known that il he were
once loved for himself it would not
matter whether he counted his money
by the thousands or by the tens-by
dollars or cents.
While she was nervous and flushed
with annoyance, they met DR.. Holt
on his way to see so,he country pa
tient.
He attributed her unusual color to
another cause. and, fancyinghe caught
n look OF triumph in John Terrells
cold blue eyes, accepted the possible
Tor the actual-as men OF his sensi-
tive self.distrustful nature are apt
to do-and concluded she had follow
ed his advice and taken "the man
who could provide Tor her"
STANCE heart of mani He had told
her to lit, and had thought he want
ed her to do it.
And now?
He certainly wanted her to be hap.
ply, and he thought he could not make
her so himself. And yet he was con-
scious OF a terrible pain somewhere in
his breast and a burning desire to
bury John Terrells blonde beauty
under a heap of his own shining coin.
Lucia and her brother Joe had
lived happy life together, and in his
fond, unselfsh love she had never
missed the father and mother who,
dying during her infancy, had left her
to the tender care OF the crippled boy,
now a sad-eyed, middle aged man.
A sufficient sum had been left for
their support, and a kind aunt gave
them home until the little sister was
old enough to keep house for "Broth-
er joe"
Since then they had never been sep
aratad Az the DAYS nassad on and